i was in fourth grade when it happened. a lot of my friends were leaving school. we watched the news, but i didn’t really understand it. the teachers didn’t really want to talk about it. when i went home i went to my dads house, and he told me about it. i still didn’t understand why someone would want to kill so many innocent people on purpose. i saw the planes hit the towers, and i watched the towers fall, and i was really scared. i won’t ever fly again. me and my family were scheduled to go to new york about a week after september 11th before any of this happened. my aunt actully worked right by ground zero, but luckily nothing happened to her.